This is where my narcissistic side comes to life in the form of short stories or elaborate essays…or whatever. The point here is that this is where I stick my writing up your nasal cavities, so that they fit into your brain and you can feast on them, intellectually of course.
Note: Most of the stories are in rough stages, mostly because I rarely sit and edit them. There will be typos. And, also, they will feel empty (or, at least, not as good as they can get.)